As a convert to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in my college years in New England, I learned the craft of creating apple dolls just like the kind sold in the gift shop at Sturbridge Village, the marvelous historical living museum an hour away. Later on I learned how to make everything possible from cranberries. I also learned where to go in the Boston area to do fun things on the cheap. I went for informational strolls with my Relief Society sisters along Boston’s Freedom Trail.
I once had a roommate who bragged she had never done a day’s work in her life. Over Thanksgiving, while pondering my life list of all the things I’m grateful for, I realized one of the things I was most thankful for was work.
Work conjures visceral love/hate responses. It shows off our strengths, reveals our weaknesses, and pushes us resistant, and sometimes kicking and screaming, into unknown waters to sink or swim. There are things in jobs we love and things in jobs we hate but at the end of the day, we get something from them—even if it’s nothing more than a hairnet line or aching feet.